It took a little while to clean them and cut out the bulbs and the tips, but it was a slow pleasurable task, reminding me of olden days when not everything came cleaned and packaged at the supermarket.
I got some mint too, that grew back from last year - an early herb that I'm delighted to welcome before basil comes along later in the summer.
And in a grinder, made a pesto with the wild garlic, the mint, a few almonds, one green chili, a splash of olive oil, and a dash of salt. Tossed with penne pasta, it was a surprisingly delicious dish that smelled and tasted like spring! The wild garlic didn't exactly taste like garlic or onion, and yet it tasted like them - mildly daring - I guess an oxymoron of flavors, but it was an adventure - my wild adventure.
